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Dudley wanted to go to Myanmar. But considering how heavily regulated the proper portkeys were, he chose to travel like muggles to keep his journey a secret. As he'd finally decided to expand his influence, D&D Capital had acquired fresh private jets; two were smaller business jets, and one was a massive Boeing 737 with commercial seating.
He took the smaller jet, big enough for him and his Ministry insider, his friend, and a little more.
"How are Mrs. and Mr. Tonks?" Dudley asked, seated in his recliner chair. On the seat just to his side was the purple-haired Tonks, his secret spy, drinking a glass of champagne forty thousand feet in the sky.
This was Tonks' first time sitting in an aircraft, let alone a private jet. Her excitement and expressions were no different from what Susan and Hannah had shown. In fact, Tonks was more vocal and expressive.
"Honestly, Big D, if I could fly like this all the time, I'd ditch Apparition and brooms in a heartbeat. A little private escape, a touch of luxury—what's not to love? Muggles are lucky."
"Haha!" Dudley laughed at her face, ignoring the nickname she loved using for him for obvious reasons. "Dora, if you really think this is how all Muggles travel, you're off your rocker. Normal muggles travel in massive airliners, sit in tiny seats with barely any legroom, squashed between two strangers, and surrounded by hundreds of other people."
Tonks scowled just imagining that. But then a mischievous smirk traced her lips. She gulped down all of the champagne left in her glass and got up from her seat. She stood beside Dudley's recliner, looking down at his lap, giggling.
"Well then, maybe I ought to thank Mr. Rich for spoiling me with such fine luxury."
Tonks' smirk deepened. Without hesitation, she swung her leg over, straddling onto his lap with a slow, deliberate press of her weight. Her thighs hugged his hips, knees squeezed tight between the plush armrests and the solid warmth of his body. The fabric of his shirt clustered under her fingers as she braced against his shoulders, elbows resting lazily as if she had all the time in the world to toy with him.
Dudley's hands slid instinctively to her waist, broad fingers claiming those deliciously toned hips. He knew them well inside out, how they felt beneath his grip, how they shivered when held just right.
His thumbs traced slow circles over her curves, the heat of her body seeping through the thin layer of cloth separating them. She was light and soft in all the right places, yet firm where it counted, a perfect contrast that had him tightening his grip.
"I wouldn't mind, considering we got nothing else to do for fourteen hours," Dudley responded, admiring her beautiful looks. Those plump pink lips, those blue eyes, her eyelashes well made, the earrings, and above all, her body that could change at will.
But he never asked her to change anything about herself. It just seemed disrespectful. But that didn't stop Tonks from playing around. Other than her face, she loved teasing him with different body types. And above all, her insides. Tonks was the first woman who'd made him cum in less than five minutes.
"Um-hum… My secret boss wants his secret agent to serve him? I suppose duty calls."
Tonks wasted no time, rolling her hips against him in slow, intended circles. Her weight pressed down with each teasing grind, her warmth seeping through the fabric of his pants, making her presence impossible to ignore.
The loose cloak she wore parted easily, slipping back over her shoulders as she moved, revealing the snug fit of her striped top clinging to every curve. Below, her skirt hung in jagged layers, the uneven hems brushing against his legs with every shift.
His eyes flicked over her torn pantyhose, the uneven rips exposing patches of creamy skin. No, he hadn't done that; but damn if it didn't make her look like something he wanted to ruin. The mismatched edges, paired with those oversized boots, gave her an effortlessly wild look, a perfect contrast to the delicate shimmer of jewelry adorning her fingers, wrists, and throat.
Then, just as he was taking it all in, she leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss that burned. Her mouth was hot, impossibly soft, and tasted of strawberries, sweet and utterly addictive.
Dudley hummed against her lips, but Tonks was already pushing further, sucking on his tongue, dragging her lips over his in deep, messy pulls. She kissed like she was hungry, like she wanted to devour him, her spit slick and warm, making the kiss wetter, filthier.
Dudley barely had time to breathe before her voice hummed against his mouth, teasing, pleading, and playful all at once.
"Mmm… You like that, Mr.Rich?" She whispered between kisses, nipping at his lower lip before diving back in. "You taste so good. I could do this all day…"
His grip tightened on her waist, hands roaming lower, fingers curling around the hem of her uneven skirt. He shoved it up without hesitation, tasting the full roundness of her ass, flushed warm against his palms. With a sharp tug, he ripped her pantyhose apart from the crotch, the sound of tearing fabric drowned out by their ragged breathing and the hum of the flight.
His fingers slipped between her thighs from behind, meeting slick heat instantly. No panties at all. Just wet, needy, and waiting.
"Good girl—you came prepared," he murmured with approval as he pressed his fingers into her drenched folds.
The praise hit like a spark. She gasped, body trembling in his lap, grinding down even harder against his touch.
"Hehe… Of course—had to be ready for my boss," she purred in excitement, licking the corner of his mouth before diving back in for another deep, hungry kiss. "We got fourteen hours, after all."
Who'd have thought you'd end up like this, Tonks? Dudley admired and cherished her in his mind while returning to kiss her delicious kiss. Seriously, boss kink?
He fondly remembered that day. That time, he took Tonks for lunch after meeting with that American Auror. It was supposed to be a regular lunch, a slow process he hoped to use to earn Tonks' favor and loyalty. His entryway into the Ministry.
Who could have guessed that the moment he offered her a side job for D&D Capital, she would lunge at the opportunity? That day, after lunch, they went bar hopping, drinking till they couldn't stand, understanding each other. They then went to his London apartment, where their clothes vanished.
And to his surprise, he claimed the 25-year-old Metamorphmagus Auror's virginity. And it was an experience he could never forget. Within five minutes, he came inside her, and she loved it—too much. Then he gave her a mind-numbing night to remember.
"Let's not keep you waiting, Big D," Tonks teasingly whispered and raised herself higher on the knees.
Mischief glinted in her eyes as she slid her hands between them, nimble fingers making quick work of his belt. She popped the button, unzipped his pants, and fished out his cock. It was hot, throbbing, already slick with anticipation.
She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, giving it a slow, teasing stroke.
"Mmm… Bon appétit, Big D," she purred, dragging the weeping tip against her soaked pussy, smearing his length in her dripping heat. She watched his face intently, reveling in the way his belly clenched, the way his breath turned uneven with every sinful glide.
Then, with agonizing slowness, she sank down onto him.
Dudley groaned, his grip tightening around her waist, fingers sinking into her supple skin as he felt her take him inch by inch. But just as he thought he'd bottomed out, she did it—her insides suddenly squeezing so impossibly tight.
It was almost too much that Dudley couldn't move. While he loved it, it made him lose his mind, too. It made him snarl.
"God… Fuck, Dora…" His voice was guttural, raw, his fingers twitching against her waist as he felt her walls transform, gripping him with a pressure that bordered on painful. No virgin could ever be this tight.
"Employee… of the month… sure!" He growled, fighting the urge to spill right then and there.
This was her game, her wicked little trick, and she knew exactly what it did to him. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk.
Then, just as suddenly, her gripping pussy loosened. With a filthy plop, she dropped the rest of the way, swallowing him whole.
A choked groan left his throat as his cock disappeared into her all at once, buried balls-deep in her searing heat. But before he could even think about thrusting, she sealed herself around him again, squeezing so tightly he couldn't move. Trapping him inside that wet, clenching vice, making him feel every throbbing ripple of her walls.
Tonks moaned into his mouth, her lips seeking his in a feverish, messy kiss. She swallowed his groans, pressing her forehead to his as she started rolling her hips, grinding herself onto his still-sensitive cock, milking him for every drop.
"Good… then give me my bonus, will you?" She whispered, her breath hot against his lips as she fucked herself onto him, slow and greedy.
Dudley groaned, recovering just enough to slap his hands onto her ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh, only for her to shift again. She made her asscheeks fuller, plumper, molding herself to fit his grip perfectly.
"Anything for… my good girl," he rasped as he gave her another possessive squeeze.
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